#freyatheeldest

[sonxofxansel]

@galaxysought:: freyatheeldest

another cycle in the endless loop - that red thread of fate had them lashed together for good and bad, and all tied together with an anchor that always seemed to tug on them when they thought they were free from the past.

blowing out a breath, cary raked a hand through his hair, shoulders lifting in a small shrug as he voiced the question they’d both probably been trying to side-step.

‘ what’re we doin’ freya? ’

[originalmother-blog]

*looks from sage, to finn, to elijah, to freya, to cary, back to sage, back to elijah and finn arguing.... looks to mikael*

i think it’s safe to say we fucked up.

[sonxofxansel]

@freyatheeldest

‘ we need to talk. ’

[sonxofxansel]

“Do you trust me?” (freya || formerly freyatheeldest)

could you really trust a person who had a habit of disappearing off the face of the earth for decades at a time? he wanted to say no, he wanted to bow his head and back away from this whole conversation - but he couldn’t. a constant dance that they seemed to be looping back in and out of over and over again.

what was that saying?

insanity is repeating the same thing over and over again and still expecting a different outcome each time?

well, they had been well and truly relieved of their sanity a lifetime ago.

but he’d keep doing it - they both would. they’d both keep coming together every few decades, their reunions made with quiet promises of breaking the endless cycle this time - that they’d throw caution to the wind and stop this game of cat and mouse ... until the next family drama had them walking in different directions again.

back against the rough bark of a tree, ears only just about able to pick up the background noise from the city beyond the treeline; they were alone. his pack were back at the camp, and from what his ears could pick up none of her siblings were close by either.

so ... did he trust her?

‘ i don’t trust you to stay, freya. ’

[handsomepianoman]

“how bad do you want me?”

Elijah smirked at her words. “I think if you look down at my lower half you will see how much..”